Thinking of it this way, there’s no need for Susan to feel wronged, after all, her team members committed plagiarism and she, as the manager, passed it through. If Norman Bennett had completely trusted Susan’s review and hadn’t checked again, Melody Harmony would suffer immense losses. Her reputation would also be severely impacted. It may seem like a small matter, but it’s actually quite significant. Elliana Lyle happily said, "Good thing you caught it, or it would have been big trouble." After speaking, she didn’t wait for the man to speak, quickly saying, "Norman Bennett, I’m going to interview some newbies at July Media tomorrow, can you share some tips with me?" Her almond-shaped eyes stared straight at the man’s cheeks, full of anticipation. After all, she’s never interviewed anyone before; tomorrow will be her first time, and as the boss, she can’t be clueless. "Interview?" Norman Bennett raised an eyebrow slightly and then said, "Just let Victor King handle it; there’s no need for you to go in person." "How could that be?" Elliana’s words came with a furrowed brow. Finally having a chance to do something serious, she absolutely refused to stay at home doing nothing. She then pouted and countered, "How could something so important be delegated? I’m the boss, obviously I need to go myself." Seeing her unwilling expression, the man curved his lips, tapped her nose, and softened his voice. He gently coaxed, "Alright, go in person, don’t delegate it." As soon as he finished speaking, the previously upset little girl broke into a smile, her mood changing quicker than flipping a page. Her cheerful little face was adorably charming, making one want to pinch it. Indeed, he did just that, her soft, warm cheeks providing a pleasant tactile sensation. Elliana pushed the man’s hand away and giggled, "Norman Bennett~ Don’t pinch my face! I drool in my sleep!" Don’t know who said this first; she first heard it from Nancy. Back in high school, she whimsically wanted to pinch Nancy’s face and Nancy sternly told her this. Then, Norman Bennett started explaining to her how to conduct interviews. Starting from a few basic points to observe whether an interviewee meets the requirements. The interviewee’s brief self-introduction can give an initial impression and judgment, interests, and hobbies to gauge their personality traits and work capabilities. The most important point is requiring the interviewee to present themselves according to the company’s demands and content. Finally, ask about expected salary and benefits. After all this, the subsequent contract signing can ensue. She doesn’t need to worry about the signing. "Is this all there is to it?" She asked the man thoughtfully. Judging by this, it doesn’t seem difficult; she could handle it. The man nodded slightly, answering, "That’s the basics." "Uh..." The man’s answer temporarily left her speechless, currently mastering the basics seemed good, she could learn advanced skills later. Though she had mostly memorized things in her mind, she felt it necessary to jot them down. As she picked up a black steel pen with a nice weight and texture from the pen holder, the man already handed her an A4 paper. As she finished writing a line of words, she felt a chill on the back of her head, turned around, and discovered the man’s eyebrows were already knitted into frost. After a three-second realization, she finally understood. Her handwriting was too sloppy and... ugly. She originally could write properly square-shaped regular script, but her personal reason was that writing like that was too slow; she couldn’t adapt when writing fast, prompting her to invent a sort of "wild cursive" for quick note-taking. Characters that only she could decipher. Norman Bennett slowly began, "Wasted calligraphy practices? Hmm?" His tone carried a vague coldness. When she was little, her handwriting was unsightly, and once Norman Bennett discovered this, he gave her a boxfull of calligraphy practice sheets. She was unwilling at the time, but Norman Bennett’s attitude was firm. She practiced while crying, and Norman Bennett coaxed her while supervising her writing. "A person’s handwriting reflects themselves," probably one of the reasons Norman Bennett demanded she have good penmanship. Currently, she felt inexplicably guilty, but as his wife now, what did she have to fear? Thus, audaciously claiming, "It’s shorthand, convenient and quick." Norman Bennett glanced at the A4 paper’s writings and looked at her, momentarily finding it ridiculous, exasperated, yet helplessly saying, "You can even create your own characters." Indeed, some of her characters were entirely made up, like the word ’first,’ she wrote bamboo under a vertical line. She casually said, "It’s just note-taking. I don’t write this way in formal situations." Like during exams or when signing. After all, only she could read it. After her words fell, seeing the man’s indifferent face, she felt it wasn’t very convincing, thus continuing, "Moreover, I remember it quite well , no mix-ups with real characters; I call it ’Elliana Script.’" Speaking of this, she felt quite accomplished; looking at the man’s indifferent face, she suddenly got an idea. Grinning, she asked the man, "Do you want to learn? I haven’t taught anyone yet." However, this proposal didn’t obtain consent from Norman Bennett, and now, she was forced to sit at the coffee table, copying text from a bookshelf classic. Required to neatly write a thousand characters. While Norman Bennett sat behind an office desk, busy. Occasionally, she would look up at the man; she really didn’t want to copy books. She had already graduated! But sometimes, Norman Bennett’s attitude was so firm, she didn’t have the courage to refuse. The more she thought, the angrier she got; had she known she had to copy books, she wouldn’t have come. She’d rather walk outside, enjoying the cold wind and sunset. The current situation made her uncertain if the hotpot meal was still possible, rather than asking after copying, why not ask now. If he disagrees, she wouldn’t copy anymore and would just go back to the hotel. She lifted her face, stretched her neck towards the man, and softly called to the busy man, "Honey~ Honey, are you busy?" Upon hearing this tone and address, Norman Bennett knew that the girl was about to bring up something unpleasant. Coldly, he said, "Speak." This tone left Elliana temporarily unsure if she should speak, as it didn’t sound like he would agree. But she had to try. Read complete versıon only at 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢·𝔫𝔢𝔱 "Honey, o(≧v≦)o later let’s go have hotpot, let’s eat a ying-yang pot, make it mild spicy, what do you think?" She blurted quickly, fearing interruption once the word hotpot was mentioned. The rejection was quick, with a tone that was non-negotiable. "Just... just this one time～, okay?" She tried to bargain. Given her angle, the computer screen blocked the man’s face, she couldn’t see it, could only listen to his tone. Only to hear Norman Bennett say coldly again, "No, not this year." The tone was stern and sincere, word by word suggesting no room for negotiation. Not being allowed this time was understandable, but to say she couldn’t all year long! This... was unreasonable!